Seeing that he put life and death aside, He Lingchuan leaned closer and asked him, "Do you remember Qinggu?"

"The woman of the Red Pavilion." Wan Song chuckled, "Do you want to threaten me with her?"

"Wan Xian can stand aside, she's a P." He Lingchuan also smiled, "I'm talking about the baby in her belly—"

Wan Song's face changed slightly, and he listened to him drag out his voice: "—that is, your child."

Wan Song was stunned and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Ahahahaha..... Ouch!"

I pulled the wound and it hurt so much.

But the more he hurt, the more he wanted to laugh.

"You said, you said that Qinggu was pregnant with my baby?" His tears were about to come out, "Can you make a draft first if you lie?"

He Lingchuan sighed: "You are dying, what are you doing for Mr. Mai to keep secrets?"

"I just like to see you rush to the doctor!" Wan Song gasped twice, "I'm dead, and you can't pay the errand, you will be unlucky!"

There were actually two clusters of blood on his cheeks, and he was much better with his spirits, and He Lingchuan knew that this was a return to light.

Patiently waited for Wan Song to finish laughing, and then He Lingchuan said leisurely, "Okay, this is what you asked for. The doctor said that in terms of days, there is no problem. Qinggu was the only guest during that time. You don't remember? You just got a lot of money a hundred days ago, and you were very bold enough to wrap her up for a month."

"I only met her the other day, and she didn't even mention it!"

"Of course, she doesn't know. Some women don't even show their pregnancy even if they are three months pregnant." He Lingchuan said, "It wasn't until we took her into prison and she suddenly fainted that the doctor came to call for the pulse."

"If your words are unfounded, you will break them blindly!" Wan Song said sharply, "Qinggu's kind of woman has measures, it is impossible to get pregnant!"

"Unbelief pulls down." He Lingchuan pointed to his broken leg, "I have ordered someone to cut off your flesh and skin, and Qinggu is also waiting outside. If you don't believe me, let's cut open our abdomen and examine whether it's your flesh or bones."

Wan Song snorted, "Whatever you want."

He Lingchuan nodded to the official on the side, who immediately walked out, and soon came in with a woman in his arms and placed her on another bed beside Wan Song.

This woman is unconscious, it is Qinggu.

Wan Song frowned: "What's the matter with her?"

"Time is precious, I can only knock her out first." He Lingchuan stretched out his hands, "You don't think I'll cut her alive while she's awake, do you? I'm not that cruel."

He turned to the doctor next to him, "I haven't cut such a small Purple River cart yet. How big is a three-month-old baby?"

The doctor held out a finger, "That's a finger long."

"Can you tell men and women?"

"Yes, there's already a prototype."

He Lingchuan pointed to Qinggu: "Okay, let's do it."

The doctor hesitated: "This ......" He is a rescuer, not a murderer.

"You can't do it?"

"My lord, this ......"

"It's okay, I'll do it myself." He Lingchuan pulled out the dagger from his boots, casually pulled a piece of cloth from the plate next to Wan Song and wiped it, and then briskly pulled a knife flower.

Wan Song sneered, not believing.

This guy is lying to him. "Even if she's really pregnant, even if it's really my species, what's the benefit of you cutting it out?" Kill all his children and he will be able to work with this guy?

"If you cut off my way, I will cut off you, it's no good, but I can relieve my anger." He Lingchuan patted his face with the back of the knife, revealing a sinister smile, "Come on, hurt each other."

Wan Song stared at him fiercely.

He Lingchuan walked to Qinggu's side, and suddenly the dagger slashed, and the inner and outer clothes were torn apart together. The doctor tore off his rags for him, revealing the woman's abdomen.

He drew the knife too quickly, and drew out the afterimage, which seemed particularly casual.

Wan Song was caught off guard and frowned.

He Lingchuan had already unfolded his thoughts, and he didn't need to look up to see the details of his expression, and he also had a spectrum in his heart.

"One last chance." He Lingchuan poked Qinggu's belly, Wan Song's eyes froze, and he found that he was using a knife handle, "The crime you committed is enough to punish the whole clan, you don't have to run." But I don't know that there is still a person surnamed Wan here who has not been born. As long as I don't say it, and the doctors here don't say it, you can still leave a seed in the world. How, do you want to cooperate?"

Wan Song sneered and was silent, but He Lingchuan found that his cheeks were bulging, probably clenching his teeth secretly.

The doctor on the side couldn't help but say, "My lord, it's good to go under the knife for half an inch first......

"What, you're still afraid of hurting the fetus?" He Lingchuan seemed to be smiling, and said to Wan Song, "Keep your eyes wide open and see if your cub is male or female."

After that, the dagger pressed under the navel of Qinggu and pulled it with a stroke.

Wan Song saw the tip of the dagger poked in with his own eyes, and was sure that the other party was really disemboweling the baby, and was ruthless, and finally shouted: "Stop!"

Blood flowed down Qinggu's belly, but not much. He Lingchuan paused with his dagger hand, tilted his head and asked him, "Do you want to move?"

"I said." Wan Song took a breath, "Don't hurt it."

Even though he was cold, when he was dying, he also hoped to have children and grandchildren.

"That's right, Mr. Mak is only your owner, not your father, what are you doing to protect his son's life?" He Lingchuan thought for a moment, "Oh, he can't be really, right?"

"It's not."

Only then did He Lingchuan collect the dagger, wipe the blood from the tip of the knife, and said to the doctor, "Carry her down to stop the bleeding."

At this time, Wan Song was not afraid of showing timidity, and asked the doctor urgently, "Is my child okay?"

The doctor carefully checked the pulse and shook his head, "It's okay."

Then everyone carried Qinggu out.

He Lingchuan sat down again: "Okay, you have to be a bachelor. If I spare your child's life, what will you repay me?"

Wan Song closed his eyes and was dejected: "What do you want to ask?"

"What are the beads for?" He Lingchuan began to throw questions out, "Why is the consumption so large?"

"You swear first." Wan Song is not stupid, "Keep my child safe."

"Okay, I swear to heaven that I will never hurt your descendants of Wan Song, okay?"

Wan Song then said, "That is one of the main materials for refining the Longevity Pill, that is, the elixir. As for how to refine it, and what materials are needed, I don't know any of this."

"Elixir?" He Lingchuan's heart moved. The name of this medicine is so familiar, he seems to have heard the late Yuan King mention it in the mirage of the ruins of Thousand Star City. "What's the effect of eating?"

"That's it...... I have heard that it can prolong the life of the user." Wan Song coughed a few times, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, "Originally, it was called the Longevity Pill, but later it was simply used in the name of the Ancient Elixir 'Elixir'. But I haven't used it, I don't know."

"You hunt for Mr. Mai all day long, why don't you get a pair of elixirs to eat?"

"It's easy to say." Wan Song said coldly, "That thing is also worthy of me to eat?"

He glanced at He Lingchuan: "You don't have to knock on the side, I haven't seen or seen the finished product." The bricklayer has no good house, and the carpenter has no good bed, so admit it."

"Who's for that?"

"I don't know, I'll just hand over the beads for money." Wan Song rolled his eyelids, "Who else can use this?" Either rich or expensive."

"Tell me about the messenger of the Void City." With a few monsters around, He Lingchuan was about to bring up the question they were most concerned about, "Why did you kill it?"

"I didn't know beforehand." Wan Song was a little helpless, "Do you know how to attack it and find yourself killed?"

"How did you find it?" He Lingchuan felt strange, "The white-shouldered eagle is flying in the sky, how do you know when it will land?"

"There is a small lake outside Shuangyi Town, the water is clear, and many migratory birds will go there to settle and transit, including many bird demons." Wan Song recalled, "We couldn't find a suitable monster in the wild for those days, so Mr. Mak ordered us to try our luck by the lake in Shuangyi City. When we went, we saw the white-shouldered carving...... It is always drinking, it is the largest and most conspicuous, and the other birds are far away from it. Like this monster condenses the most pulp beads,

We're in love with it."

He licked his lips, "It was already evening, and we thought the white-shouldered sculpture would spend the night there, so we waited until the evening to do it. It went smoothly and there were no twists and turns."

"You killed the white-shouldered eagle in your sleep?" He Lingchuan knew that this kind of flying messenger transmission, if it was not a long speech, most of them would only transmit oral messages.

If it doesn't fall on paper, intelligence is safer.

But on the other hand, because there is no information on paper, the white-shouldered carving died unjustly.

「..... Yes."

"That means you chose this white-shouldered eagle by accident and didn't plan it in advance?"

"We will not be prophetic." Wan Song took a breath when he said this.

He Lingchuan waited for a few breaths, and saw that he was actually confused, so he had to reach out and push: "Cheer up, you won't wake up from this sleep."

Wan Song woke up slowly.

"Tell me about Mr. Mak again. How did this man come to be?"

Wan Song thought about it for a while before he regained his original memory: "Originally, my last family name was Bai, but I changed it to Mr. Mai a few years ago. His temper is much better than that of his surname Bai, and he is quite kind, and he fights for us with a higher salary. There were two Chinese New Year visits, and they also sent us New Year's goods."

"How do you know that he is taking over the class surnamed Bai, and not killing him?"

"The talisman and password are all right." Wan Song said indifferently, "As long as the remuneration is paid normally, I don't bother to care about the rest."

"Who is Mr. Mak's family?" Since Wan Song's previous family can also be changed, it means that Mr. Mai is not the highest talker.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it." Wan Song saw He Lingchuan's brows furrowed, afraid that he would not be satisfied, and said, "But that person should live in the north, Mr. Mai brought us New Year's goods twice, all of which are Baisha's specialties. And once ......."

"Huh?"

"Once, Mr. Mak suddenly asked the snail toad to dispatch, but instead of hunting monsters, he went to give them away."

"Oh?" He Lingchuan became interested, "Who?"

"There were four of them, all wearing masks, and I don't know where they came from. But the leader is a woman, not only can you see it from her size, but she also thanked Mr. Mak. Mr. Mak said no, just to return the favor, and asked the woman to swear that she would never reveal the existence of the snail toad to the public."